Such Is Life

Life can be great sometimes, but sometimes… life just plain stinks. You know what I am talking about. Some days you wake up and just the littlest things bug the snot out of you. Maybe you spi…

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Such Is Life

Life can be great sometimes, but sometimes… life just plain stinks. You know what I am talking about. Some days you wake up and just the littlest things bug the snot out of you. Maybe you spill your hot coffee all over while in a big rush, or maybe the dog or cat just got under your feet and there goes it: you lost your cool already for the day. Maybe your day goes great at first, but later on through the day, you receive bad news or someone says the wrong words to you, or maybe your chronic illness starts kicking in and starts kicking your butt, yet again. You just lose it all. Your whole world just came crashing down; or so it seems.. Sometimes, we go through a “drought” of good days and the bad days just seem to outweigh the good. It may seem like, even though the sun is shining outside, there is a dark cloud following you everywhere you go. Even though we go through bad days, the sun will shine again, you just have to try your best to be patient until then. Is it easy? Absolutely not, but can you get through it? Yes, you can.

Let’s be honest, shall we? Sometimes life just sucks… We get so lost and focused on the bad, we forget all about the good times. What about the days someone randomly, out of the blue, give you a compliment and makes you smile? What if that really cute boy you have been crushing on for so long, finally “notices you”? You seem like you are on the greatest mountain top; that is, until you look down and see the dark valley. You remember what happened the last time someone “noticed you”, and then it turned wrong all at once. You then become worried and afraid you might say something wrong or might do something stupid. You began to focus on what valley you have already been through and that’s that. There is good in life, I promise. Keep your head up weary one, for your good day is coming. I’m not saying it’s going to be today, tomorrow, or maybe even the following day, but it’s coming; just keep holding on.

Sometimes, we begin to think of life and why this happened or didn’t happen or why you’re “stuck” with the family you have. I have been one to often question these things. I wasn’t raised with a mom and a dad living under the same roof, or even have a dad to really care about you, help your mother take care of you or even be a part of your life. Instead, I was raised in a home with my mother and my grandparents. I have had nights that I have wondered what it would be like if I really had an actual “family”? What if I had both loving parents living under the same roof, being raised in a loving and caring home? A whole lot of “what ifs” and a lot of dreaming for something I knew would never become reality. Am I wrong to ever dream and wonder what life would be like if things were only different? No, I am not, but that just makes me human, I guess.

I have learned, even through these different trials, that I have gone through each of these trials for a reason. I have learned that I am where I was meant to be. Sometimes, even though life sucks sometimes and throws you curve balls, we all go through these trials for a reason. I believe the reasoning is somewhat simple: to be able to help others who may be going through the same thing; whether it be now or years down the road, you will be stronger and will be able to help those who are facing their own demons and tell them how you defeated your own demons.

Always remember to try and give someone a reason to smile. Give them hope. Show them hope. Show them love. Show them strength. Share your story with others in hopes to reach out and lend a helping hand in this game of life. Be that sun shine on someone else’s cloudy day. Let the sun shine through. Choose to remember the happy thoughts and the mountain tops instead of focusing on being stuck in the valleys. Remember: even the valleys can have beautiful flowers there as well as beautiful skies.

Much love folks,
Lover of the broken ones 🙂

I Been Where You Are…

I have been where you are. I have been where you been before. I know what it is like to feel all alone; like no one cares or even love you. I know what it is like to not have a dad present growing up and grow up to one day realize you knew what it meant to have a real family; a mom and dad together just like most of everybody else you see. I have been in these shoes plenty of times before. I know what it feels like when it seems not even your own family wants to deal with you. I know how it feels to want to just give up and say forget it all. I have been to the point of being so angry, that none of my family had the slightest idea how to handle me. You do not even know or understand how many times I have relapsed back into self-harm and depression so bad that I thought I was going out of my ever loving mind. There has been so many years of trying to fit in, so many years of trying to be accepted, because I know what it feels like to be rejected and not accepted, even by your own family. There has been so many years that I have fought and fought to find self-esteem and confidence. Have I completely mastered that one yet? No, not in the entirety that I would like to, but it’s just a daily struggle and a daily fight to keep on, keepin on. I have done so many slip ups and I have fallen back down into the pit so many times, but it is because of God’s amazing grace and His sweet mercies that are new each day that gets me through it all. You see, despite all the pain I have gone through over years and despite all the turmoil I had to put up with (and sometimes still have to put up with to this very day) all these years, I have grown to know and have come to the realization that God is still right there, walking beside me each step of the way. It has taken many, many years, but thanks be to God, I have started to find my identity in HIM, not in man. I have been able to truly look at myself and say, “Oh my gosh, I really am beautiful like the way God has created me to be like.” Through it all, God is right there with you. He isn’t done with you yet. He has a plan and a purpose for you. He made that promise in His Word that He will never leave your nor forsake (abandon) you. It doesn’t matter how many screw ups you face in life. it doesn’t matter what you go through, God hasn’t given up on you. You are precious. You are loved. You are cared for. You are a precious gem, a wonderful treasure. You are not garbage for God does not make any junk; Just precious diamonds in the rough.

Welcome!

Hello there everyone. My name is Amanda. I am a 21 year old female from Ohio. Ever since I was just a little girl, I had always enjoyed helping others in some way or another. I have always felt the need to go talk to others, especially if they looked like they may need a friend (and I still do to this day). I remember growing up going to church each week. I also remember at a young age, going up to people praying at the altar and I would pray with them as well.

Growing up a very compassionate person, I have learned (and seen) there are many, many hurting people out there and I feel it is my purpose to reach out and help those that nobody wants to listen to, those who nobody will even reach out to lend a helping hand. The truth of the matter is, there are so many young people who are hurting so much that they have turned to other substances and “coping” mechanisms to try and help alleviate the hurt they feel day in and day out. Today, the young people (even as young as pre-teen age) have decided to turn to drugs, alcohol, self-harm, and even prostitution. They get bad grades in school, get teased about how they look and how they dress, and even have a bad home-life situation. Many even may get to the point of not feeling they have a purpose in this life and either attempt or succeed in taking their own life.

Some of today’s issues with our young people is: self image, abusive homes, self-harm, depression, chaotic home situation, from drug or alcoholic parent(s), broken homes, and many other issues. I, personally, have been raised facing each of these different situations. I grew up living with my mom, grandma, and grandpa. My dad was not a big part of my life because he is an alcoholic and he has not truly loved or cared for me like a dad should do. My grandpa was also an alcoholic up until a few weeks before he passed away. I constantly was getting yelled at and blamed for anything and everything. This had ended up royally messing me up for many, many years and I still fight it from time to time. Due to the yelling and arguing all the time, I developed a deep anger and would become a ticking time bomb. With all the yelling and arguing, I ended up punching walls and throwing different items when I became so frustrated, and by time I reached my teenage years, I started to self-harm. I would punch myself and cut myself. I would turn the hot water on as hot as I could stand it sometimes when I took a shower. I would even scratch myself. In my spare time, (when I did not self-harm) I also began to struggle with self-image and low self-esteem, and still face this today. Although I have relapsed into cutting one time in the past few months or so, I do my best not to cut and I have not punched anything, scratch myself or punched myself in a long time. I now proudly, not only wear my scars on my arms, but now proudly wear my tattoos on both of my wrists which says, “Stay Strong”. I got these tattoos shortly after I relapsed into cutting. Although it does not always chase away the “screams of my flesh” at times, I still keep holding on and staying strong. I have been a Christian since I was 14-15 years old. Even though it has not been a bed of roses, I still keep and place my hope, faith, and trust in God because He has been the One who has always been there for me and will always be there for me, helping and guiding me with each step I take. I thank God that He has helped me with my depression, anger issues, self-harm and other problems over these years.

About three years ago, God had given me a vision to start a safe-house for troubled youth, and through a good friend last year, helped give a name to the home, “Love The Broken Ones”. This is where Love For the Broken Ones got started. Although I have not been able to physically start this organization, I still am able to have a personal website and Facebook page to help those and let them know that there is someone out in this world who still loves and cares for them and someone is there to listen. This is also to help those that have struggled or are struggling still to this day with the different things I have gone through. My job for this page is to show the love of Christ to people and to help them in any way I possibly can; even if it is through the internet.

Alright, this is all for now and I hope others will read, be encouraged and know that there is somebody out there who truly does care, love and listen to the broken, hurting and struggling.
God Bless!

~Amanda~